An insane young man, holding the map of earth,
Says like a storm, 'I will break down all,
I will destroy everything.'
Holding cry, lamentation, ruin, sorrow,
Welcome, success, greetings, clapping, peace-bed,
Lust, frustration and hope into his fist,
Says non-stop his only words:
'I will break down all, I will destroy everything.'
Weal and woe, birth and death, mourning, strike,
Blood-shedding, murder--all these ancient New
Touch everyday innumerable hands and lips of men
Like the cups in tea-stalls; Showing finger at these,
The insane young man waving his destructive hands
Says like a storm in clear voice:
'I will break down all, I will destroy everything,
I will turn everything upside down.'
Actually, the insane young man sitting into our existence
Wages war, makes earth-quakes
And wiping the Atlantis, creates the Atlantic ocean.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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